Quotes About Memory

Death preserves an ideal.

As well as remembering too little, I have seen too much

They had lived and known glory, and then they were ddead. She was alive and they were not, and nothing but a heartbeat separated her from them

almost forgotten him. In her hours

She walked as she owned the world, or had owned it once and lost it but remembered how it felt.

Try listening to yourself sometime, alone in a transient room in a strange town. The worst is when you draw a blank, and the ash-blonde ghosts of the past carry on long twittering long-distance calls with your inner ear, and there's no way to hang up.

The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks

As I was leaving this morning, I said to myself 'the last thing you must do is forget your speech.' And sure enough, as I left the house this morning, the last thing I did was to forget my speech.

As I was leaving this morning, I said to myself, 'The last thing you must do is forget your speech.' And, sure enough, as I left the house this morning, the last thing I did was to forget my speech.

I think it's love that lasts. It's love that remembers us. It's love that is left, when we are gone. I think those feelings are more real than our bodies and all the things that can go wrong with them.

The concentration of cannabinoid receptors in the areas of the brain devoted to the higher mental processes—memory, cognition, creativity—is striking. Hemp seems custom designed to sustain our soul as well as our body.

salvation does not bypass the history and memory of guilt, but rather builds upon and from it.

Memory is the 'self', because it is my presence to myself, the way in which I constitute myself and understand myself as a subject with a continuous history of experience.

One thing that hasn't changed, though, is that we still have to hear the new ad 2 or 3 times before it begins to affect us, even when we're already familiar with the advertiser in question and have a positive opinion of them.

I believe that what we call intuition is simply stored and forgotten experiences that the conscious mind somehow can instantaneously retrieve, combine, and process in a way that, superficially at least, seems miraculous or preternatural.

Plural ha sido la celeste historia de mi corazón...

Ah! Que linda prova de amor é plantar uma árvore para que alguém amado, ausente, possa se assentar à sua sombra.

Disse a Adélia: "Aquilo que a memória amou fica eterno". Talvez eu não precise me mudar para a Bahia porque ela sobrou dentro de mim…

Literatura é sempre sobre o que não é. É um bruxedo para o retorno do que já foi.

Penso que este, talvez, poderia ser parte do segredo do sonho: que nesta nostalgia imensa que não nos abandona moram os nossos desejos mais antigos, esquecidos. Daí a dor da saudade: desejar, sem se saber o que se deseja, um sapato vazio, sem nenhum pedido, Papai Noel que não vem...

a sua alma sabe o que merece ser lembrado. Esquecem-se do que aconteceu ontem, mas se lembram do que aconteceu há muito tempo, como se fosse hoje. Minha alma tem estado a visitar a minha infância. Fantasias.

a celebração de mais um ano de vida é a celebração de um desfazer, um tempo que deixou de ser, não mais existe.

Saudade é sentimento de quem ama e perdeu o objeto do amor. Quem não amou e não perdeu o objeto do amor não sente saudade.

Essa ausência tem o nome de saudade. Eu não tenho saudade. É a saudade que me tem. Mora, dentro de mim, a "ausência